Better Than Ezra / Deluxe

This was all transcribed by ear from CD and may or
may not be 100% correct.  As you can see, "Cry in the Sun" gave me
some trouble.  So, I'd appreciate help with this and any corrections
that may be necessary.	Please send them to
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@SONG: In the Blood 

Can you be so warm?  Can you know what I feel?  Well it's the way you move
your hands and it's the way you understand.  And that's the reason that
I'm askin'.  And that's the reason that I want to know.  And that's the
reason that I'm askin'.  And that's the reason that I .......  Can you
throw away everything that you lived for?  Well it's the way you shake
and sway and it's the passion that you play.  And that's the reason that
I'm askin'.  And that's the reason that I want to know.  And that's the
reason that I'm askin'.  And that's the reason that I ......  Too many
lost (?).  They said a chain passed down through the years but in
the air if we just face the pain and the fate.  Did you love before?
Did they love it for you?  Well it's the way you move your hands and
it's the way you understand, etc.

@SONG: Good 

Lookin' around the house, hidden behind the window and the door, searchin'
for signs of life, but there's nobody home.  Well, maybe I'm just too
sure, or maybe I'm just to frightened by the sound of it.  Pieces of note
fall down, but the letter said ah-ha and it's good livin' with you ah-ha
and it's good, and it's good livin' with you and it's good.  Good (6x).
Sittin' around the house, watchin' the sun trace shadows on the floor,
searchin' for signs of life, but there's nobody home.  Well, maybe I'll
call or write you a letter now maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July.
Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud.  Well, I'm not too sure
and I'm not too proud to say ah-ha and it's good livin' with you, etc.
Good.  So good.  Ah-ha. And it's good, livin' with you, etc.  Yeah you
were so good.  Yeah you were so good.

@SONG: Southern Gurl 
There she is white light descendin' like the color of rain.  July or Fall,
one thing will never change.  Down and now, you found this city has you on
your back.  You long for her to take you away.  And I, I want a southern
girl; I need a southern girl; I want a southern girl.  Scent of pine
driftin' by, her hand traces lazy on your neck.  Sunlight through the
trees with calls of better times.  Kids and dogs runnin' by she smiles
as she drinks iced tea.  Retire to the room, it's easy to see that I,
I want a southern girl, etc.  Take back the night.  Claim your desire.
Run 'till you crawl.  In the morning you will find her.  Yes, I, I want
a southern girl, etc.

@SONG: The Killer Inside 
Well, she believes that I've been very wrong about her.  And she believes
in me.  Well, she believes that time can make things right, yeah.
And I want to believe there's been a change in me.  And I hope that she
believes.  Yes, I wonder if she sees the killer inside me.  The lights go
down and the clouds are building outside.  You close the door and turn the
key, but there's no place to hide.  And I hope that she believes.  Yes, I
wonder if she sees the killer inside me.  And I hope that she believes.
Yes, I wonder if she sees the killer inside me.  The killer inside me.
The killer inside me.  The killer inside me.

@SONG: Rosealia 
Where have you gone my Rosealia?  Into the crowd, will never find ya.
If you walk real fast and ya stay down low so the time, so the chances,
this one could be your last.  You say, no, no, no, the fighting has left
you tired.  You say, no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.  Put on your
mask, wearin' your cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.  Put on your
mask, wearin' your cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.  What has he
done my senorita?  His kind of love is gonna kill ya.  Do you fake a
smile when he talks of love?  So many times, so many chances, this one
could be your last.  You say, no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired.
You say, no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.  Put on your mask, wearin'
your cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.  Put on your mask, wearin' your
cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.  Jealousy can rip your heart out.
Jealousy can turn a hand into a fist. You say, no, no, no, the fighting
has left you tired.  You say, no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.
Put on your mask, wearin' your cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.
Put on your mask, wearin' your cape.  Put on your mask my Rosealia.
Put on your mask.  Wearin' your cape.  Put on your mask, wearin' your
cape my Rosealia.  My Rosealia.

@SONG: Cry in the Sun 
You clean out your room and under your bed lay a picture long forgotten.
With a hand to your head, you sigh aloud as the memory rushes over and
buries you.  Summer rain storm, you share the drive with a girl from
Carolina. And you held her so tight for the warmth that rainy night as
the time was slowed to a flash.  So alive, don't listen to them when
they say:  Cry in the sun when the devil why.  If you cry, cry, cry in
the sun.  Hope I never see the price of my freedom.  Yeah.  You dance
and sing out.  Chase the moon as it crawls across the night sky.
You come on into lover's pact.  Kiss her now and don't look back.
And oh how I've tried to keep to what's written here.  Cry in the sun
when the devil                  why.  If you cry, cry, cry in the sun.
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.  Yeah.  For everyone yeah,
there's a person, place, or time that brings you back and makes you feel
alive well you could rule the world if you wanted to.  But I hear you're
livin' far away and that life's treated you well.  You know that we were
young and this picture is old, but I still can hear you say you look out
in of the rain.  And oh if you try, tell me, can you hear them say, cry
in the sun.  When the devil       why. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun.
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.  Hope I never see the price
of the freedom.  Yeah.

@SONG: Teenager 
Listen to them fight.  Hear your mother cry.  Weekends at your Dad's.
They won't know what they do to you teenager.  Teenager.  Wrap yourself
in black.  Listen to the Cure.  Loveline won't call back.  They don't
know; they don't care; they don't see.  But, I do.  And if it feels good,
do it 'cause tastes fine, then drink.  There's a range of possibilities
to find, teenager.  Teenager.  No one knows your name.  No ones hears
your cry.  Fall in with the fringe 'cause they know what you're goin'
through.  They do. And if it feels good, do it 'cause tastes fine, then
drink.  There's a range of possibilities to find, teenager.  Teenager.
What's wrong?  All is right.  Because now, oh you, have found new
life. You found life (?).  Hear your mother cry.  Fade into the night.
When they ask you why, they won't know; they won't feel; they won't see;
you will. And if it feels good, do it 'cause tastes fine, then drink.
There's a range of possibilities to find.  And if it feels good, do it
'cause tastes fine, then drink.  There's a range of possibilities to
find. Teenager.  Teenager.

@SONG: an untitled instrumental
(Reminds me somewhat of Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" off of Heart Shaped
World.)

@SONG: Summerhouse 
Down by the dock, hot blood in the sun, the body lays up against the
reeds.  The locals said, the man had it comin' and it's time someone
put him six feet in the ground.  Where did she go that night?  Where did
she sleep when the mornin' came to the summer house.  Missus showed up
to I.D. the body, then shed a tear as she hid a smile.  The sergeant
laughed and smiled in frustration:  one life is lost while another
one is found. Where did she go that night?  Where did she sleep when
the mornin' came to the summer house.  Where did she go that night?
Where did she sleep when the mornin' came, when the mornin' came, when
the mornin' came?  Summer house.

@SONG: Porcelain 
Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to show your face 'round here. Hey,
you've got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.  Well I wish I could
shake some sense into you and walk out the door.  But, your skin is like
porcelain. Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.  Just the other day I felt I
had you by a string.  Just the other day I felt we could be everything.
But, now when I see you, you're somebody else with somebody's eyes.
And your skin is like porcelain.  Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.
I know what I'm sayin'.  I don't know if you're there.  In a word, you
are fadin'.  Do you even care?  Well, I wish I could kill you and savor
the sight, get into my car, drive into the night.  Then lie as I scream
to the heavens above that I was the last one you ever loved.  Porcelain.
Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.  Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.
Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.  Yeah.

@SONG: Heaven 
Gonna fight for the cause.  Can you teach the savage mind theirs ways are
wrong?  Help them see what they want and what they need?  And if we have
to twist their arms, they know not that what they do is wrong.  And if,
you said that I will go to heaven, now maybe I'll try.  And if, you
said that I would go to heaven, now maybe I'll,  maybe I'll, maybe I'll,
maybe I'll try.  Heretics and hypocrites wear the same face through the
years of tellin' lies and layin' blame.  Damn the fire to feed the flame.
Don't dance or sing or try to think.  Their images planted in your head.
And if, you said I would go to heaven now maybe I'll try.  And if, you
said I would go to heaven, now maybe I'll try.  Ivy is just a dog with a
heart that's noble as the greatest man who ever lived.  Won't you please
help her learn that if we had to twist her arm, she knows not that what
she does is wrong?  And, if you said, etc.  And if you said, I would be
a rich man, now maybe I'll, maybe I'll, maybe I'll try.  Maybe I'll try.
Maybe I'll try.  Maybe I'll try.

@SONG: This Time of Year 
Well, there's a feelin' in the air just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want though it fades too soon.  So go
on, let it be.  If there's a feelin' comin' over me seems like it's
always understood this time of year.  Well I know there's a reason to
change. Now I know there's a time for us.  Think about the good times
but you've never gone back.  You can feel it in the air.  Feelin' right
this time of year.  Well, there's a football in the air across the
leaf-blown field.  Yeah, and there's your first car on the road and
the girl you steal.  So go on if it's felt.  If there's a feelin' that
there's somethin' else, seems like it's always understood this time of
year.  Well, I know there's a reason that's strange (this time of year).
Yeah, I know there's a time for us (this time of year).  Think about the
good times, but you've never gone back  (this time of year).  You can
feel it in the air.  Feelin' right this time of year.  Well, there's a
feelin' in the air, just like Friday afternoon.  Yeah, you can go there
if you want, but it fades too soon.  So go on, let it be.  If there's
a feelin' comin' over me seems like it's always understood this time of
year. Well, I know there's a reason that's strange (this time of year).
Yeah, I know there's a time for us (this time of year).  Think about the
good times, but you've never gone back  (this time of year).  You can feel
it in the air.  Yeah, you can feel it in the air (repeat a few times).
Feelin' right this time of year.

@SONG: Coyote 
Headin' out your heart beatin' in your head.  Ridin' on the Texas wind.
Raise your feet as you cross the state line.  Wakin' up to mesa sun and
the sky on the way to come call ray (?) and Santa Fe seems a stone's throw
away.  Yeah.  Coyote.  Coyote.  Come down the Phoenix sun on your face
turns you red by the afternoon and to the right the Grand Canyon is wide.
Sing along the needles skip in the wind.  Count the stars at Death Valley
and in the dark fog still starts to fade.  Coyote.  Coyote.  Coyote.  etc.